It was hollow, its limbs were thinner than the dogs, and I couldn’t really draw a line between what was the actual ‘meat’ of the body and what wasn’t, because the entire thing was a chainsaw whir of serrated blades, hooks and needle points, shuffling and shifting around one another, rising and falling, all moving too fast for the eye to follow.  Altogether, it maintained a general quadruped shape with a tail and elongated snout.

This is clearly Hookwolf’s doing. I mean, it’s literally a wolf made out of weapons, among them hooks.

Or maybe this is a transformation-based power and this is literally Hookwolf himself.

Walking on either side of it were two people.  There was a pale, tall man with the sort of muscle-heavy build you only saw on cons and bodybuilders.  He wore black slacks that were in tatters around his feet, had chains wrapped around his forearms, hands and calves, and a blue-white tiger mask.

Stormtiger. Definitely does look like a tanky fellow.

I guess the other person is Cricket, then?

On the opposite side of the metal beast was a twenty-something girl with a gymnast’s build and scars criss-crossing her exposed skin.  Her hair was shorn to a bleached blond buzz cut, and her face was covered by a metal cage.

Named after a tank model in turn named after the animal, dressed like a player of the sport. Well played. :p

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